Dammit, Bob. There was a reason that Reno had wanted to call you "Dumbfuck."
Dumbfuck Duck. Had a nice sort of ring to it, here.
"Thanks, babe," Reno sighed, grabbing one of Bob's wings, tolerating some more angry mallard quacking, and eventually wrestling the bird to a slightly more secure position under one armpit. "Here, you hold him."
Reno still wasn't entirely certain why he let the wild damn duck live in his apartment, here.
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Date: 2011-07-01 01:10 am (UTC)Dumbfuck Duck. Had a nice sort of ring to it, here.
"Thanks, babe," Reno sighed, grabbing one of Bob's wings, tolerating some more angry mallard quacking, and eventually wrestling the bird to a slightly more secure position under one armpit. "Here, you hold him."
Reno still wasn't entirely certain why he let the wild damn duck live in his apartment, here.
Or why he continued to feed it.